There will be no parades for the likes of us
The wars we fight are doomed to be lost
I’ve seen the reflections of my broken blood
The callous deception of never giving up


No stranger to the cause
No stranger to these wars


We dream no more
No shock awe
Nowhere to go
For rock roll
A blue screen for
A tribal horde
The sequels of forgotten wars


A twist a turn towards apocalypse
A pause for effect before your deadly kiss
Echo echo in a chamber of purity
To lip synched moral maze soliloquy


No stranger to the scars
Still a stranger in these parts


Progressive thoughts for idle hands
Platforms for corruptive brands
A blue screen for
A tribal horde
The sequels of forgotten wars


No medication left to take
Just defeat the bitterest of taste
A blue screen for
A tribal horde
The sequels of forgotten wars